To The Max
A friend came by with another friend. He was introducing me to a new connection for weed, which was scarce at that the time and especially at that time of year. We already had a few guests over, so once the introductions were made and some smoke was sampled, we all just mingled freely. I noticed my wife was talking to the new guy quite a bit.
This was no cause for alarm as she had my permission to pursue and fuck any guy she wanted. I should explain that I'm a slut lover and my favorite relationship situation is to be married to a woman who's so slutty that she simply can't say no to an opportunity that excites her. She didn't mention anything about the guy after everyone left, and I found that odd.
A few days later the phone rang and it sounded like that guy. When I said hello he said, "Hi, is Alice home?" I was tempted to ask who it was, just to intercept a potential telemarketer, but they rarely called later than seven, and it was after eight.
"Yes, I'll get her," I replied.
"Honey, it's for you," I hollered, and she came from the front room to the hall where the phone sat on a stand. Yes, these were the old days. Alice took the phone, said hello and got a huge smile on her face.
We'd been married for seven years and it took me four years to convince her that fucking other men would not only be a huge turn-on for me, but would also keep me from desiring other women. After years of saying no, she came home from a girl's night out with a pussy full of cum and a great story about how it got there.
Skipping the non juicy details, she got picked up and fucked by a guy with a van decked out as a rolling bedroom. She found a winner, because the guy came in her pussy twice and her mouth once. Her and her girlfriends, slutty types if you ask me, all dressed like sluts when they went out, so it was bound to happen and I couldn't wait.
It was my first experience with licking a pussy that another man had came in, which was my favorite fantasy, but the reality was so much hotter. My wife came home tasting like a dirty slut, and I absolutely loved it. It happened fairly regularly after that to the extent that it wasn't unusual for a guy to be calling and asking for her. She had my permission to give out our phone number.
After she hung up she said, "That was Max." Max was the new pot connect, so I had guessed correctly.
"And"
"Well, I told him to call me and he did. He wants me to come over and party with him."
"He wants to fuck you?," I asked, for clarification.
My wife is 5'4. She was 24 at the time and I was 27. Her dark brown hair flowed well past her shoulders. She has smallish breasts that couldn't be cuter; a slender waist and the finest ass and legs in all the kingdom. Add a come-fuck-me smile and you had a woman who got hit on all the time. She still does at 54.
To top it off, she was a beautician who could put on makeup so enticing as to guarantee erections. She knew the borderline between total-slut and possibly available married woman. And she knew, from experience, that a little less than total-slut was actually more appealing. She had that slightly toned down makeup that begs the question, does she or doesn't she? Her makeup said, yes, I'm an attractive married woman, but her smile said, Yes, I will spread my legs for you.
She also knew, and again from experience, that the best fucks were guys that loved the idea of fucking a slutty married woman. Once her slut button got pushed by the guy in the van, there was no resistance to continuing down that path. As she got comfortable with her new sexual identity, one of her favorite things was to flirt either right in front of me or when she knew I was within earshot. She loved to give a guy her phone number right in front of me. If a guy looked surprised or concerned she would say something like, "He understands," or better, "He knows he needs all the help he can get." I would smile at her comments to let the guy know I was aware and approving.
When she got back from Max's she said, "He was either sure of himself or sure of my sluttishness, because he opened the door naked with a raging hard on." By then my wife had a reputation for being easy, so it was probably some of both.
"How was his cock," I asked, always shopping for the titillating details.
She said, "Well, I wouldn't call your cock 'raging'. It's not big enough to rage."
She knew how it turned me on to here that one of her fucks was bigger. She knew I wanted a thickness and a length report. Instead, what she said about Max was that, "It was big enough to make me promise things."
"What did you promise," I asked, standing in front her naked, with my small but very hard cock in my hand. That was how I always greeted her when she'd been out fucking.
She was standing there in her mini dress and stay up stockings, balanced precariously on her high heels. She pulled the dress up so I could see that cum was leaking from her panties and running down her stockings. Her stockings being black made it a nice contrast. "Get on your back," she said, knowing what would turn me on the most. I lie down and she squatted on my face.
By then, and this was about three years into her slut adventures, she was a slut with zero desire or ability to control her impulses. She was adept at positioning the wettest part of her panties over my mouth.
"Clean my panties, Babe. They're way too jizzy." She loved the word "Jizz." She said that to her it was the dirtiest sounding of all the words for cum.
I pressed my lips against her panties and sucked, getting a pleasing amount of jizz. Enough to get a good taste, and I agreed with Alice that some was better than others on the taste scale.
"How is it," she asked.
"Really good," I mumbled.
"I know. I got a full load in my mouth. He told me that the minute he saw my smile that first night he knew I was a woman who gave great blow jobs." She reached down and pulled her panties aside, sticking two fingers up her cunt to get the flow going. Once her fingers were out of the way I wrapped my mouth around her pussy and licked and sucked feverishly, like I knew I wasn't going to get enough of his sperm, but I was going to try. Her opening felt much bigger than usual. Bigger even than when she had been out fucking a nominally bigger cock, and all of her side fucks were at least that. This guy must be huge, I thought.
When I'd gotten all I could and she raised off of my face. I asked, "So what did you promise?"
"He wants to come over and talk to you about it tomorrow."
"Can't you tell me?"
"That was the first promise I made, to let him tell you."
"He's going to tell me what you promised him." Almost never did I feel a pang of jealousy, but his was triggering one. After one fuck, or however many she got from him, he had way too much control over my wife.
"Yes, but he said that before he does he wants you to see what his cock does to me. He thinks you're going to love what you see and that after that you'll agree to anything."
"Oh he does, does he?" I was even more triggered after hearing that. But here's the thing. Alice had fucked lots of guys since her first extramarital fling, and although watching was a huge fantasy of mine, it hadn't happened. It would have happened if I had insisted, but I was afraid watching would make me jealous, and I knew Alice preferred me not being there. She said it was easier to act like a slut for her men if I wasn't there.
"Please, Baby. It's time for you to see how much I love big cocks. If you love me you'll do this." That was her default line when she wanted my approval.
I said fine after a bit more goading, but I was really uneasy about the whole thing. I started wondering whether it was jealousy or embarrassment I was worried about. Maybe both. These thoughts made my stomach feel queasy but I reasoned away the queasyness by focusing on the reward for doing this.
Watching her would add a whole new dimension to our sexual relations. She wouldn't have to come home from a date and tell me about it; she could bring the date home and show me. I'm sure some of her guys would still want to pick her up and take her somewhere else to fuck, and I'm sure Alice would want it that way. She told me loves the feeling of completely giving herself to her dates and she'd be uncomfortable doing that with me there. Besides, it was win win for me, either way I would get to smell, taste and feel a cum filled and stretched out pussy. There was and is nothing more erotic than having my wife come to me in that condition after a date.
At this point in writing the story I had to stop and jack off. My dick was throbbing from recalling these fantastic memories.
But I digress. I got over being nervous. He was coming over at seven and at five Alice brought me a strong vodka tonic. I was lounging in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless tee, watching TV.
When Alice brought me my second drink she turned off the TV and put on some soft Jazz. Not really my kind of music, but if it helped us relax that would be good. Alice already looked relaxed and yet eager to get a good fucking and have me see it.
She was wearing my favorite dress. It was pink, which I'm not crazy about. It was made out corduroy and had shoulder straps like overalls. They came from the back and snapped in front with traditional overall snaps. It was wide at the base, flowing away from her body and promising peeks. It came just below her cunt showing all of the tops of her slut leggings, which is what I call black stockings. From my sitting position I could see her panties.
Everything she was doing, including her dress, was designed to get me hornier so I wouldn't back out. She did know me well. She sat on an ottoman near me, spread her legs and pulled her panties to the side. "Lick me so I'll be nice and wet for Max."
She was already wet, but it was so exciting prepping her in that way to fuck another man. I licked her off good and got my own blast of flavor when she came.
I came up from her pussy and Alice said, "I wouldn't feel right letting me you fuck before he does. I'm dedicated to him tonight. That's what I want you to see. If you can handle me treating another man like he's a god, I'll bring more guys to the house so you can watch."
"I'd rather fuck you after he does anyway. You know I like it slurpy down there."
"I do. And even though I can't let you fuck me, put the head of your cock in my pussy and jack off. I need to feel messy down there, and Max likes it like that."
She hadn't mentioned Max fucking her twice, so I asked, "How do you know that?"
"He has a roommate, but I don't want to get into that now."
